Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

Rollo's life has returned to normal again, or in other words, today's life is the daily life of Hogwarts students.

There were countless classes to attend in the morning, afternoon and even evening, and Luo Luo quickly made up for what he had missed before skipping classes. Fortunately, there were basically no additional expansion explanations in the first-year courses, and Luo Luo only needed more You can find it quickly by reading a book.

After a tiring day, the hut hidden in the forest became his place to rest. Since he lived in a single room, the little snakes in Slytherin did not notice it.

After leaving the cold and wet winter, the rainy spring does not bring much good mood to people, and after that, the scorching heat of summer also comes.

The rainy spring makes the early days of summer very hot and muggy. Only after the sun goes down does the cool evening breeze belatedly come to soothe people's stuffy bodies.

"Papa~"

A cry with a milky voice came out from the passage that exuded a faint blue light, followed closely by a flying figure. Already half a year old, Atlana was standing next to Setina. After Yue's teaching, she finally made some sounds that were different from "yiyiyiya", and the first sound she learned was a cry similar to that of daddy.

As his arms sank, Rollo, who was clasped around the waist by Atlana's six legs, hugged a delicate white-haired little loli. Thick "hair" now grew out of his originally bald head.

These transparent filaments, which are ten times thinner than hair, cannot be considered hair in the literal sense. In addition to being non-sticky, Atlana's hair is more similar to spider silk.

"I'm back, Setina, what's good to eat tonight?"

Holding the clingy little spider girl in his arms, Luo Luo pushed the door open and walked into Setina's cabin. Today, a few months later, the furnishings of the cabin have changed a lot.

There was an additional wardrobe in the house that was originally considered a single boudoir. The robes that Rollo changed would be hung in it after being cleaned. Although it slightly destroyed the traditional beauty of the centaurs, it also gave this place more real meaning. "Humanity" on the top.

"Atlana caught two salmon for you. Today's dinner is salmon rolls. I also took her to meet unicorns in the morning. Those little guys had a lot of fun with her."

Cetina, who stepped forward lightly, helped Rollo take off his robe that was stained with some soil and fertilizer and put it in a rattan clothes basket aside. There was almost nothing that this ingenious girl couldn't do, coming from a centaur. Knowledge and wisdom also opened up Rollo's horizons in many places.

To be honest, after being together for a long time, Luo Luo felt that he couldn't leave here more and more.

He had the urge to take Setina out of the woods, but he also understood that this was indeed something he couldn't do.

It's not that the centaurs tribe can't live without her, or that she doesn't want to leave, it's that she can't.

The greed of wizards, or the greed of humans, is beyond imagination. Every humanoid race that chooses to leave human society and live in seclusion has its own reasons, and these reasons are not compiled by themselves, but are reflected in the bloody history and Born from countless pains.

Humans are never a good thing to nature, and neither are wizards.

"Is there any movement on the Marauder's Map today? Quirrell has no class in the afternoon, and the time is almost up. If he wants to take action, it will be in these few days."

"No, his name has not left the circle. Maybe it's not him?"

"It can only be him, I'm sure of it."

Rollo waved his hand. He knew very well that Quirrell was Voldemort's Jinchuuriki. If he wanted to attack him, he could only attack him when Voldemort was at his weakest, such as when he could not survive without drinking unicorn blood.

"Okay, but I'll go with you then."

Setina nodded gently, and then brought today's dinner.

"It's very dangerous, so I don't agree."

Rolo shook his head decisively and refused. Although he knew that Setina had considerable power, he did not need to let Setina take this risk for him.

"Believe me, it's just an extremely weak remnant soul. I can handle it."

"Even if you are just a first-year wizard?" Cetina crossed her arms with some dissatisfaction, "He is Voldemort. Among you wizards, and even among us centaurs, few dare to call him by his name. .”

"You are not afraid to say his name directly." Luo Luo smiled and took a big bite of the baby fish roll, and said vaguely: "To deal with him now, I have countless ways to kill that guy."

"If Dumbledore is willing to take me to Azkaban, I can get a dozen dementors to take turns giving him a soul-sucking kiss. If he is killed by his younger brother, it should be a very good ending, right?"

"They are the most evil and filthy soul creatures. No one can really drive them. In their eyes, everything is their food."

"Maybe, but no matter what, Voldemort can command them, and the Ministry of Magic can also command them. If one day I go to Azkaban, then I, the little Dark Lord who was assigned to Azkaban by the Sorting Hat, Should I be the one they hold high on the throne?”

The amazing dinner passed quietly amidst the chatter. Rollo, who was leaning on the bed and reading unfamiliar information on transfiguration, suddenly closed the book. The original comfort and ease on his face disappeared. When he turned his gaze to After picking up the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall, a look of solemnity appeared.

The Marauder's Map was slightly different from before. An ink-drawn circle surrounded the castle, and at this moment, the circle was shining slightly.

"Mr. Prongs is pleased to inform you that our cunning little mouse Quirinus Quirrell has escaped from the circle."

"Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr. Prongs is right and would like to come with you. He loves the game of cat and mouse."

"Although Mr. Moony Face really doesn't want to hit Mr. Padfoot, he needs to be reminded in a friendly way: Dogs catching mice are just nosy."

"Mr. Wormtail expressed that he was trembling and didn't want to say anything."

A few lines of naughty words flashed across the Marauder's Map. The small group of marauders who were willing to help the younger generations of fun-lovers were quite enthusiastic. When Rollo was a little worried about how to stare at Quirrell, this group of people came to the rescue at the right time. told him about a little new feature.

"Thank you very much for the help of the four gentlemen. The cat and mouse are about to start."

After replying to them, Rollo stared at the small black dot walking towards the Forbidden Forest under the cover of night. Quirrell's name was particularly eye-catching on the empty Hogwarts grounds.

However, the surveillance range of the Marauder's Map is limited. Although the outermost edge of the Forbidden Forest is also shown on the map, once Quirrell goes a little deeper, his location cannot be discovered.

"Setina, you and Atlana stay here while I go out."

"You must be careful." Cetina said worriedly with a hesitant look on her face, but in the end she chose to believe Rollo's words.

"Of course, nothing will happen to me, it's him who will."

Although there was no Fox to walk for him, Rollo was still walking through the forest at an extremely fast speed. A skinny horse carried his body, and the Yeqi moved silently through the forest. After finding a gap in the trees, it It flapped its wings and quietly rose into the sky.

In just over ten seconds, Rollo reached the top of Aragog's lair from the centaur tribe. The Thestral swooped down and landed lightly. The sound of Rollo stepping on the ground caused a commotion in the spider lair.

"Aragog, I'm here. I need to take your children, the grown, strong children."

"Are we going to start?" With the crashing sound of Katcha Katcha's big clams, Aragog's old voice echoed in the darkness, but compared to the dying ones before, Aragog's tone seemed to be more lively. vitality.

Also appearing with him was a big spider that was three or four times smaller than him. This was the new wife Rollo had found for him, a very energetic, young and beautiful Acromantula.

"Yes, but don't you ask who I am going to deal with?"

"No, no, no, I know that excessive curiosity is a heavy crime. I don't have a few years left to live, so just let me die peacefully."

"I would be very grateful if you could bring me the child."

"When Hogwarts is on holiday, I will bring Atlana here. After all, she is also your child."

"Yeah, that's great."

Aragog disappeared into the darkness again, but as he made more intensive "clicking" sounds, hundreds of car-sized Acromantulas left their nests in groups and crowded in Rolo beside.

"I have trained them. I have made them learn the instructions you told me before."

"Very well, let your children go to the unicorn gathering place, surround it and hide carefully, waiting for my order."

Rollo left on the Thestral again and quickly traveled through the Forbidden Forest, waking up many predators who had fallen asleep.

In this silent night, in this night with a broken moon and dark clouds covering the sun, a silent gathering quietly appeared in the forest.

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"Master, how are you doing now?"

A slightly trembling voice whispered. Quirrell had already untied his turban and put on a loose black robe. The black robe had never been seen before, and at the moment of his inquiry, a weak man A tired voice sounded in the back of his head.

"certainly."

"Have you found the unicorn?" Voldemort asked bluntly.

"Not yet, but it should be very close. I asked that idiot Hagrid, "Where did you pick up those unicorn hairs?" He was too drunk to tell lies. "

"Then hurry up! You loser."

Quirrell flinched when he was harshly scolded.

"I should have drank unicorn blood a week ago! How much time have you wasted, you cowardly loser!"

"Asking for your forgiveness, Master..."

The trembling Quirrell fell to his knees, "I...I...I need to wait for an opportunity...an opportunity when dark clouds cover the sun...Unicorns are difficult beasts, and I'm afraid of you. ...."

"Are you questioning my strength and my inability to kill a stupid beast?"

Quirrell, who was questioned by Voldemort with a sneer, shook even more violently. He kowtowed to the empty space in front of him, but he received an even more violent scolding.

"You're planning on knocking me out, right? You idiot!"

Voldemort, who was stuck on the back of Quirrell's head, almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words. If he hadn't needed to rely on Quirrell's body to survive at this moment, he would have strangled this brainless idiot to death, or maybe bit him to death?After all, Voldemort now has no limbs.

"Absolutely not, my master, absolutely not!"

Quirrell, who was about to swear a curse, straightened up in panic, "I...I...I...I'm just worried that your current condition is not good, and...you can still...can... How much force can be used... force..."

Quirrell, who was unable to finish his words, had tears of fear on his face. He sensed the killing intent coming from the back of his head, and hurriedly got up and continued to move forward in the dark forest.

When he found the first filament that was slightly fluorescent in the dark, Quirrell finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the soft "feeling of stepping on shit" under his feet also made Quirrell lower his head.

"It's fresh feces! Master, we found it!"

Quirrell, who buckled some samples on the soles of his shoes and kneaded them with his fingertips, was surprised. He even felt the residual warmth that had not yet escaped. It was obvious that a beautiful silver horse had been treated here 10 minutes ago. Fat, its swinging tail caught the bush, leaving a shining thread of markings.

Hagrid relied on this mark to get the unicorn cake for Professor Sprout in the forest. This is a very scarce high-quality fertilizer that is almost impossible to buy outside. For this reason, Professor Sprout gives Hagrid a gift every year. She brewed several barrels of wine just to get these "little treasures" that she needed very much.

"Wipe your hands clean! Idiot! Do you want to put it in your mouth to taste it? I have never seen such a disgusting guy like you!"

"Can...can you taste this? I...No!"

Quirrell, who was dumbfounded by Voldemort, only felt something was wrong after he said what he said. He quickly wiped the sample on a nearby tree and moved forward as if nothing had happened.

"That's it."

After continuing to move forward for a few minutes, Voldemort's voice came out, and Quirrell closed his eyes obediently at this moment. His face was full of painful and twisted expressions. As the expression continued to intensify, some swallowed A painful groan escaped from the corner of his mouth.

As the distorted facial features slowly unfolded, Quirrell's face seemed to become a lot stranger, becoming more ugly and ferocious, full of evil aura.

Just like when he broke into Gringotts that day, Voldemort temporarily took over Quirrell's body. Because of this, he was able to use his own power. However, every possession would not only fundamentally destroy Quirrell's body, but also seriously damage Quirrell's body. Weakening the little magic power he had squeezed out of his broken soul.

But compared to such sacrifice, the unicorn's blood can get him more. This is a business that can be done. If Quirrell's body could not withstand too many possessions, Voldemort might have used this The method was to kill all the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and drink their blood.

Rather than doing it like now, only taking action when you are about to be unable to hold on any longer, this method will be used less often.

After completing the occupation, Quirrell's clumsy steps disappeared, and his body turned into a ball of black smoke that seemed to have no substance and moved quickly on the ground. However, this was not a virtual illusion. The black smoke still had a substance, but The trees could not stop Voldemort's deft movement, but within a few dozen seconds, he still found traces of his prey.

Spring is the mating season for all things, and even unicorns are no exception. The lonely female unicorn is waiting for the horse to visit her and bring her favorite gifts to please her. If the male unicorn succeeds, Then the newlyweds will stage a happy scene in the quiet woods, and stay together forever.

Unicorns practice a monogamous system. They are extremely loyal to their partners, so they are also quite picky when choosing a partner. Many female unicorns will stay single for decades just to wait for the destined one. of his arrival.

However, considering their long lifespan, decades are not long at all, or even very short.

Just when the beautiful unicorn looked at the moonless sky and sighed in her heart, "I will definitely stumble upon a horse tonight," a sudden feeling of fear suddenly appeared in her heart.

The vigorous horse stood up instantly, and she looked at the woods behind her. She could see the magical colors and saw a darkness that was so dark that it was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

This evil magic soaked in madness, blood, cruelty, and pain was quickly approaching her. Although the outline was vague, the wand in his hand revealed his identity.

A green light burst out at this moment!

It seemed like there were thousands of wailing souls screaming out that vicious curse——

"Avada Kedavra!"

Unicorns bathed in moonlight can put on an extremely powerful protective coat, and the silvery-white shimmer flowing on their bodies can even prevent death from approaching.

But on this night with dim moonlight and dark clouds covering the moon, this innate power has also been weakened to a certain extent.

When this extraordinary death curse was cast by Voldemort himself, the power of the spell was beyond the reach of ordinary wizards.

The scattered silver light is a sad and beautiful picture of the unicorn's protective coat being broken. The unicorn, tortured by the pain of death to the point of collapse, let out a mournful cry.

She staggered forward a few steps. Her weak limbs wanted to kneel down, but now that the evil was approaching, the desire to survive rooted in the lowest level of every life forced her to hold herself up.

The Death Curse caused serious trauma to her, but it was not enough to kill her instantly. Even Voldemort in his heyday could not kill a unicorn with one blow. Their God-given talent was a gold medal for immunity from death. No matter how weakened they are, they can be saved from death at least once.

But what if twice?

Another green light bursts out, and there will never be only one bullet to kill!

At this critical moment, the unicorn ran wildly and struggled to avoid the swift and tricky spell. She ran into the dense woods like crazy. This was her only way to survive at the moment.

"Why can't you just die in peace, you thick-skinned beast?"

The black mist also began to surge again at this moment, and its speed was not even inferior to that of the unicorn.

A hunt in the dark night begins.